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Guys. I was going back and reading my first fic (not Star Wars related at all) and I have:
A brother of a six man found family sacrifices himself by falling from a vehicle to his presumed death. The leader of the group then has to tell the blonde smallest member of the group, and I QUOTE, "*name*, *other name* didn't make it." And all of this happened in an attempt to save another brother.
I keep somehow predicting the Bad Batch BEFORE I EVEN LIKED CLONES.
So if Tech comes back with a missing arm and PTSD, I officially am a witch and likely should be burned.